After frisking about he would stop to rest. Then he would sit up very
straight and fold his hands across his breast, where they would get
nice and warm in the fur of his coat. His beautiful, great gray tail
would be arched up over his back. His bright eyes would snap and
twinkle, and then he would shout just for joy, and every time he
shouted he jerked his big tail. Farmer Brown's boy called it barking,
but it was Happy Jack's way of shouting.

"I love to romp! I love to play!
I'm happy, happy, all the day!
I love the snow, so soft and white!
I love the sun that shines so bright!
I love the whole world, for, you see,
The world is very good to me!"

By and by Happy Jack came to the hollow tree that Farmer Brown's boy
had cut down because he thought that Unc' Billy Possum was inside of
it.

"Hello!" exclaimed Happy Jack. "That's one of the old storehouses of
my cousin, Chatterer the Red Squirrel! I've got an old storehouse near
here, and I guess I'll see if I have left any nuts in it."

He scampered over to another hollow tree standing near. He scampered
up the tree as only Happy Jack can and whisked in at the open doorway
of the hollow. Now Happy Jack had been in that hollow tree so often
that he didn't once think of looking to see where he was going, and he
landed plump on something that was soft and warm! Happy Jack was so
surprised that he didn't know what to do for a second. And then all in
a flash that something soft and warm was full of sharp claws and